Kendrick Lamar - Best Rapper Under 25 lyrics

Weezy, what's up with it, brotha?
Tell Maestro I need to fuck
Over his beat real quick hear me?

I'm the best rapper under 25
24 inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my
First 22 when I was 9

That's no lie, ho
Rappers out they mothafucking minds
So I gotta go psycho on these niggas
Call me Norman Bates with a poker face
Got the banger in my hand and
I'm out to poke your face
38 Special, grab it, let him
Have it, where the safe, we hungry
Housing authority saved my Section 8
My section be on the west
Side of Compton Cali, champ
Where them killers posted on the
Corner like a letter stamp
Let a rapper tell me I
Ain't better than whoever's out
I'ma knock 'em out his Force 1's
Once I air 'em out
Air jets flying 'cross the atlas
I made it momma, made a promise
Married to hip hop
And the maid of honor gonna be R&B
I'm fucking her too
So please hand me my condoms
Where the honeymoon in the
Mother fucking booth
You're fucking right, I'm the fucking truth
I put my hand on The Bible
Swear to god if I lie
Then I'll probably die tomorrow
Tell my momma don't feel sorrow
'cause her son was a gunner
They found my corpse with a
Rapper's head in my stomach i'm right here
I ain't running even if the Iraqis
W-was in back of me
Back against the wall I'm
Clapping them rapidly y'all
Would never stop what you can't see
It's like a red light
When driving with Stevie
Wonder if you can understand or withstand
The blast of my wrath
I steer the game with both
Hands while you crash
Like Earnhardt my heart to
The fallen soldiers
You can either ride, or get rolled over
Sleeping on me, I put you in a coma
So please chill out before
You meet the coldest starving every day
See my face where the bowl is
Bowl on my face
I walk while my mouth hold it

Hold it i'm the best rapper under 25
24 inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my
First 22 when I was 9

21 gun salute and my soldiers killed 20 of
Your troops at a time
And I got about nine teens on
The corner fucking with marijuana
Jive and heard about 18 rappers say that
A bird can go for 175
Motherfuck that my sweet 16's be
Equivalent to about 15 pie
I was 14 when I wrote a rhyme
All I seen was 13 ghosts every
Time I wrote a crazy line
All these 12 bars in my verses
That's what Notorious and Pac arrived
God dammit I spit just like
A Mac 11 every time
I drop jewels, you drop dimes
You pretending to be like mine
I intend to put about 10 of
You rappers on channel 9
Straight up, fuck around and get ate up
Cut 'em up in 7 ways
Funeral carried by 6 in 5 days
You'll know I go for
Money when I sink my teeth in
Carter I I I beats
To you from me, my son the victory is mine
I won i'm the one
The beat was the pussy and I cum, hard